The sky looks pissed. The wind talks back. The sun beats hard.
Heats beyond 100 degrees made the days long and dirty. The sun was ruthless, not caring who lived and who died. People were frying under the heat without the proper amount of water at hand. You could only pray that you were in good hands at a time like this.
When the world is coming to what seems like an end, people need to stick together. Gather your family, friends. Even a trust group of good citizens will do the trick. Being a group will get you farther then running out on your own. Team work is the key. The hard to fit, sticky, and crooked key. High stress lead to high emotions and high actions. You rarely find someone alone in these days, unless their infected or crazy. And the heat has probably gotten to some heads by now. A full solid week of blazing heat during the day and bone chilling nights.
Mia wasn't sure where they were. She assumed it was hell. She hated the heat, the cloudless sky that burned at her back. Creeping through the seams of her shirt and itching at her skin, she had never once remembered being this hot. She could swear that she could feel ever pore screaming for water. This was just a lovely place to stop and stay. Their stay wasn't by choice though, their bus had run out of gasoline. In literally the middle of no where. Thankfully they weren't short on water, that was one thing they had more than enough of. Showers were even a suggestion at this time. Water was something they weren't going to run out of, especially with the purifier recycling the shower water. And that was one blessing that Mia could graciously accept and give thanks for. She wasn't sure that she'd be able to live without being clean.
The group had broken up. Everyday they paired off at search for an old car, a house, barn, town, anything that could have gasoline in it or near by. Mia was paired with Jeter, who she had no feelings toward or against. He was just another neutral human, another element of survival. Mia hadn't allowed herself to grow very close to anyone. She, like many others, was still trying to process everything. Come to the realization that was her new life, and that she would never see her family again. These people were her new family, even if she wasn't willing to accept that yet.
They had started out early, perhaps hoping to find something before the sun would be at it's peak. That was a bit unrealistic. Who knew how many miles out they were out. Mia and Jeter had set out to the left side of the road, into well, the desert. Oh course, she would have to get herself into the more dangerous, dirty job. After a couple of miles, she had to be aware of exactly which direction she was walking because the brightness blinded. And their bus could be easily disguised by the whipping wind and dust.
Half way through the day, they stumbled upon an old farm, dried up and falling apart. Mia investigated the house. Looking through the the windows, the insides had been turned inside out; the place looked like it had been ransacked. "Damn." She spoke softly, reaching for the door knob. Locked. Mia rolled her eyes, who were they keeping out? ... Or in? Mia wasn't afraid of the poor infected, if it meant getting out of the hole, she would do it.
The wind sped up again; dust caught in her throat, and a rough, exhausted cough came out of her. "Well, I guess the only way to get around her is the hard way." She said, after wiping her forehead, smearing a stain of dirt across it. Her feet clicked together as she grabbed one of the chairs on the porch and smashed it into the window. The sound of her breaking window, couldn't been heard a mile away, it was so foreign and loud. Perhaps she was being a little irrational.
Mia stood there, listening, nothing. It seemed safe enough.
